Karma

Najwa Asyifa, perempuan berusia 26 tahun yang sudah menikah selama dua tahun dengan Fabian Rizki yang lebih tua enam tahun dibanding dirinya. Pernikahan itu awalnya indah. Namun, semenjak kehadiran Ibu mertua dan adik ipar yang ikut tinggal bersama mereka, keadaan akhirnya berubah. Puncaknya, ketika Najwa mendapat sebuah kabar buruk. Sang suami membawa wanita lain ke rumahnya dan mengakui wanita itu sebagai istri kedua. * Kau bilang, aku tak bisa tanpamu, Mas. Ah, Benarkah? Ku rasa, itu terbalik. Bukankah, justru kau yang tak bisa tanpaku?

The Beast King, Tharion Kael, has spent half his life on the battlefield, yet he has no heir. So, he summons every woman rumored to be blessed with fertility into the palace. Favored by fortune and against all odds, I, as a descendant of the Carp Clan, conceive. To keep me safe during my pregnancy, Tharion hides me away in a remote, deserted palace, guarded in secret by his Nightguards. But just as I am about to give birth, I unexpectedly crossed paths with the Vixen Consort, Lyra Swifttail, who wanders into the Forsaken Wing by mistake. She swishes her tail playfully, eyes sparkling with amusement as she looks at my round belly. Her smile is utterly captivating. "I didn't expect to find a little carp having an affair here…" With a spell, she drags me away, forcing me into my true form. Then, one by one, she scrapes the scales from my body until I am raw and bleeding. She has her catfolk attendant pour scalding oil over my wounds and orders guards to violate me until I am left broken like a rag. When I finally lose consciousness, she slashes me open with a claw and rips the stillborn child from my womb. She presents it with both hands to Tharion, who has just come to visit. She says, "Your Majesty, what perfect timing. I caught a carp sneaking around the Forsaken Wing. This is her illegitimate child!"

Nafkah adalah hal yang wajib dipenuhi oleh seorang suami terhadap istri dan anaknya. Namun bagaimana jika seorang suami menceraikan istrinya, lalu dia meminta kembali nafkah yang pernah dia berikan pada istrinya selama tiga tahun pernikahan? Itulah yang dirasan Mirna, setelah diceraikan suaminya, Mirna justru dituntut untuk mengembalikan seluruh nafkah yang pernah Fahmi berikan. Tak hanya itu. Bahkan handphone jadul dan juga uang maharnyapun dia minta kembali. Hingga akhirnya Mirna menyetujui untuk mengembalikan apa yang diminta suaminya terapi dengan syarat sang suami harus mengembalikan semua apa yang Mirna berikan termasuk keperempuanannya. Namun ditengah perjalanan, Fahmi meenyerah, dia sadar apa yang terbuat hanya karena permintaan selingkuhan yang masih SMA yang terus memanfaatkan dan ingin menguasai harta nya. Dia menyesali perbuatannya dan ingin kemabli kepada Mirna, tetapi keputusan Mirna sudah bulat bahkan setelah mereka resmi bercerai, Ibu Fahmi sudah menjodohkan Mirna dengan sepupu Fahmi sendiri.

AKU TANPAMU menceritakan pasang surutnya kehidupan Tania Nadira sepeninggal suami tercintanya, Farhan Ibrahim. Tania kembali menemukan jodohnya, namun ternyata bayang-bayang masa lalu kelam sang suami menghantui perjalanan rumah tangganya. Bagaimana akhir kisah cinta Tania? Akankah kebahagiaannya harus kembali terenggut?

À quatre mois de grossesse, mon mari, obstétricien, m'a accompagnée pour récupérer les résultats de l'examen prénatal. Son sourire s'est figé en voyant le rapport, et il m'a forcée à avorter. Je suis restée stupéfaite : le médecin traitant venait pourtant de dire que le bébé était en parfaite santé ! J'ai libéré mon bras et l'ai interrogé : « Pourquoi avorter ? » Il n'a pas répondu, mais a pris rendez-vous pour l'avortement. Voyant que je voulais m'enfuir, il m'a agrippé le bras : « C'est absolument impossible de garder cet enfant ! » Protégeant mon ventre, j'ai vite appelé mes parents, eux aussi obstétriciens. Mon père, qui m'a toujours chérie, a levé le poing pour frapper mon ventre. Ma mère, le visage terrifié, a secoué frénétiquement la tête : « Non, ça ne va pas. » « Enfermez Amélie avec quelques hommes. » Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi ils voulaient supprimer mon bébé ainsi. J'ai tenté de m'enfuir. Mais ils m'ont enfermée dans une pièce sombre. Voyant le sang couler, j'ai su que mon bébé était perdu. Ma mère est venue me chercher en souriant. Je l'ai suppliée de m'expliquer pourquoi ils m'avaient fait ça. Sans répondre, elle m'a envoyée dans un hôpital psychiatrique. Je suis morte après d'innombrables souffrances dans cet hôpital. En rouvrant les yeux, j'étais de retour au jour où nous devions récupérer le rapport prénatal. Mon mari m'a souri : « Chérie, c'est notre premier enfant. J'attends avec impatience le jour de sa naissance. »

My mom kindly took in the daughter of her deceased friend. Unexpectedly, the girl smoked, drank, fought, and refused to improve. She even fell madly in love with the school bully and jumped into a river to prove her love for him. My mom tried to save her, but the girl pushed her head underwater. The girl was rescued and embraced by the bully, but my mom drowned. Reborn, I stopped my mom from jumping in, but she shoved me into the river, shouting, "Why isn't it you jumping in?"

On the eve of giving birth, my world turned into a nightmare. My husband’s sworn enemy broke into our home, seeking revenge. I was brutally cut open and my baby was ripped from me. Yet, I made the chilling choice not to call my husband for help. In my previous life, desperate and terrified, I begged him to return home. He abandoned a Valentine’s dinner with a scholarship student to rush back. That night, the student was preyed upon in a bar, leading to her tragic suicide. My husband’s wrath was unrelenting. Blaming me for her death, he locked me in a kennel, leaving me to be savaged to death. “This is the pain Wynne endured because of you. Now it’s your turn to suffer!” Given a second chance, I resolved to make a different choice. This time, I let him stay for his romantic Valentine’s evening with her. But when I returned home, he had spiraled into madness.

It was my 30th birthday, and my husband said he had a surprise for me. However, on the day of my birthday, he was nowhere to be found. I called him countless times, but no one answered. Just as I was about to panic and consider calling the police, I happened to see a post on the social media feed of his female secretary. “A typhoon hit, and my boss was worried about my safety, so he personally took me home. How wonderful! I’ve got a guardian angel for myself!” My anxiety turned to cold calm in an instant. I commented on her post: “Traveling during a typhoon is dangerous. Tell him he doesn’t need to come back.” Not long after I posted the comment, my husband called. “Kelly, I was only concerned about the safety of my subordinate, and yet you’re thinking such vile thoughts. “Birthdays come every year. Missing one won’t kill you!” You were right. Birthdays came every year. But there was no way I would celebrate them with you.

Ibuku meninggal karena terlalu emosional. Pasalnya, hari yang seharusnya menjadi hari pernikahanku, kini pengantin wanitanya malah berubah menjadi mitra bisnis Ezra. Pada saat ibuku mengembuskan napas terakhirnya, hari pernikahanku berubah menjadi hari pemakamannya. Namun, Ezra memerintahkan agar pesta pernikahan tetap dilanjutkan seperti biasa dan bahkan memintaku untuk memasangkan cincin pernikahan ke jari Naila secara langsung. "Cepat! Pasangkan cincin itu padanya. Malam ini, aku akan memberimu penjelasan," katanya sambil menggertakkan giginya. Aku mengabaikan amarah Ezra dan menggendong jenazah ibuku meninggalkan hotel. Pukul delapan malam, pernikahan dengan pengantin yang diganti itu selesai dengan "sempurna". Naila memposting di Instagram dan postingannya mendapat puluhan ribu suka. [ Yay! Hari ini aku akhirnya menikahi pria idamanku. Terima kasih pada pihak ketiga yang sadar diri dan pergi. ] Tak lama kemudian, Ezra juga memposting. [ Orang yang nggak layak, nggak pantas dicintai. ] Di kamar jenazah yang dingin, aku memberikan tanda suka pada postingan mereka berdua dan menulis komenta. [ Semoga langgeng. ] Kemudian, aku mengemas barang-barangku sambil memeluk kotak abu jenazah ibuku. Namun, ketika aku sampai di rumah baru yang kubeli, aku menemukan Ezra sedang berciuman penuh gairah dengan Naila di sofa baruku.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.